Sick Child
Child lying
In a deep pallor
Looking out of a balcony
The last greeting
To island nature
Sunset is preparing
To surrender to the darkness
The gloomy and regal laurel
And the flight of the swifts
In the gulf and the plain
Sitting with a hat
On the bald head
Without the blond hair
The white little legs
Reflecting the rays
Of a summer sun
Your gaze is laying
Now on the surf
Of the waves that come
To their end
Now on the olive trees
And on the vines
That from the high cliff
Leap in the infinite blue
Your silent mother
From behind sees you
And sigh to the sky
To make you a miracle
Her hand reposing
On your heart
To have you still there
With her in everlasting love
But you're flying now
With your mind
On white steeds
To places that are
Forelocked to us
You already turn
Between the marine phalanges
With whitish helmets
And the deafening clang
A castle of solar flames
Is the fortress
From which you raise
Leader of your dreamlike armies
Now there is the oblivion
Of the mortal enemy
Who is sieging you
You that your body
To it g-r-a-d-u-a-l-l-y abandon
And the mirage persists
And it lays thee
Upon the wings of the sea-hawk
Then to the gallop of the stallion
That always neighed
When you came back from school
The last farewell with your mind
To your little house of red and warm bricks
With the roof of dark beams
To the vases with fragrant oregano
To the geraniums and to the oleander bush
"Goodbye friends
Yellow ginestra that whistles
Solitary pine
Scent of green algae!”
"The pain calls me
But the feeling of an Infinite
Fills me with joy
And gives me oblivion.”
“For a moment I shiver for my fever
But then I am heartened
By the grassy cliffs
The reddish vines
And the voice of mum
Whispering to me ‘My love!’”
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